"...Lost “In Concert” of my being ...", i totally love that image! great conclusion on this one too. (i was listening to instrumental, slow piano riffs while reading this and found myself imagining you leaning over a piano like Tom Waits, crooning out this homage to the guitar in a gravel-grated voice.) good one, man.

This is fantastic, Tony. Having spent the night in a Comfort Inn on the second floor and hearing voices under me in the night (from the lobby underneath)it immediately reminded my thoughts of the night before my floor was an overheard speaker's ceiling... AND having just finished a fantastic book about quantum theory with quarks and strings.... it just sang sweet volumes to my ears. Great poetry!

You capture that unique feeling of being possessed by a song and its singer or composer. When I hear one of my favorites from my younger years, it often evokes memories and feelings from experiences "way back then." Neil and Barbra do it for me. I see that Tom does it for Garth. I guess we all have one or two that carry us back. It is a sweet feeling. You are a wizard and your poem is your wand. I am back parking by that lake with my lover. I Hear Your Song.

Gosh!Tony,this old romantc loves every line. But for me,I must concede, my favorite is the last stanza. (And this is going in my favorites) Excellent work.

Nothing like the old songs - great second stanza.

We are not ready to be an unremember generation. One's personal history is recalled in the music of our days. This is a wonderful celebration with a satisfying finale. Thanks.

Yes, I know these kinds of moments. Thank you, Tony, amazing.

...a worthy write for all the reasons others say...i am echoing, a redundancy-ness of all the attaboys you got from others...and affecting all us who are 'in concert' or attempting to be.